The best laid plans

Often go awry.

I slept late today. Had a rough night. Didn't get out of bed until an almost unheard of 9:30. Decided to do my exercise later on. Had a lovely coffee hour. Caught up on emails and reading my favorite blogs. Planned my shopping list as I need to go to town today. Planned my food for the day.

Looked at the clock and it was 2:30. Had I exercised yet? Nope. Had I had lunch yet? Nope. Here's my conundrum. I bought a gorgeous 7 pound chicken to bake tonight. I bought fresh beets from the veggie man that comes to the park to roast in the oven while the chicken was cooking. I planned to put potatoes, carrots, and onions in with the chicken. Wow, dinner with 3 veggies and lovely taters and succulent roasted chicken. Sounded fitting for King Henry VIII! Oh yea, though I walk through the valley of counting points, I'd figured in a glass of wine for my dinner too. Henry can have mead. My mouth was watering. You'll notice I say 'was'.

Going to town here is different than going to town anywhere else in the world I think. I need to run to Wal-Mart. Half an hour you say? Not on your orange picking life. It's only 9 miles down the road, but it takes over 20 minutes to get there. I drive a one ton doolie so I practically need to park across the road from the door. Good for exercise, bad if you're pressed for time. It's Friday. The Mexicans get paid on Friday. Now don't get your panties in a bunch here. I'm not being politically incorrect, though I'm not adverse to doing that at all. It's just that we live in an orange picking state and the Mexicans pick the oranges. They ship them to Wally World in big buses on the weekend (the Mexicans not the oranges) to spend their hard earned dollars. It's a zoo there. So, let's do our math girls and boys. 20 minutes there, 20 minutes back, a few to park and God knows how long in the store. It's not a quick trip. Sooooooooo I can't put the fowl in the oven before I go or it would be cremated remains upon my return. I can't pop the poultry in when I get home as it'll be too late. What's a girl to do? Re-plan, that's what.

I've been hungry for pizza. Pizza Hut pizza to be precise. Pizza Hut Pan Pizza. I can have a personal pan pizza with ham, mushrooms, and olives for 13 points. Bring that bad boy on! I plan on licking every last drop of grease from my fingers too. This is where I think Weight Watchers is just brilliant. Don't tell us we can't have something. You can't tell a fat bitch she can't have something as that's the first thing she's going to want, and in the end, have. Tell her it's her choice. Oh yes my dear, you can have it if you budget the points. Is it worth it to you to have a tiny, almost minuscule, grease laden pizza instead of a myriad of other high fiber, filling foods?

Today it is. Hell yes I say! Bring on the steaming, greasy, crispy, mouth watering, gooey, disk of heaven. My taste buds are waiting and I'll enjoy every last speck.

Before you gasp in horror as I know you know I only get 23 points a day and how on earth will I get my milks etc in. As my youngest son says "s'all gravy baby." I'll have 2 WW yogurts for my milks, I think the pizza will cover the oil requirement, I've got strawberries planned later and mushrooms on the pizza and a cup of tomato soup before I leave. I'm golden! God it's going to be so wonderful to enjoy it knowing it's OK to do so.

I just finished the 2 mile WATP with weights also.

So, day 28 tally
Stay OP: check
Exercise: check
Journal: double check!

Life is good.